#bottom geto

“I Want My Boyfriends to Kiss” — Ashnikko

Frat!Gojo x Male Nerd!Reader x Frat!Geto

CW: Threesome(obv), kinda toxic if you squint..?

(Not proofread I got lost in the sauce)

You were a means to an end, at first.

Both Satoru and Suguru weren’t failing, whatsoever, yet they called your number on the flyer because they knew exactly who you were. Everyone on campus did.

You were that one smoke-show on campus nobody could believe was a complete nerd, and yet, that made you so much hotter.

You were that guy that everyone knew about but nobody knew. You kept to yourself and your few friends seemed to carry all the conversations while you listened.

Everyone either wanted to get a hit of you or wanted to see who finally would. As far as rumors went, you hadn’t slept with a single person for the past two years of school. Your roommate was a gossip, telling all his friends about how you’ve never brought someone back, not even once!

Satoru and Suguru were on the side of wanting you. It was a mix between wanting you because you were hot and the novelty around you. If they could brag about having you, then they’d be the first. Everyone would be so jealous, and they could then have you to themselves since nobody would dare try to live up to them.

So when they saw you put up a flyer offering paid tutoring they were the firsts to call. Couldn’t let anyone else take advantage of the open invitation. They made up some lie about struggling in a random subject from your list— was it statistics?

They had no problem with getting the money, frat “donations” and all, so the next part was just picking a place to do it.

Between the frat boys, it was a question of Suguru’s place or Satoru’s. That was until you offered up your place. How bold of you!

They didn’t hesitate for a second. Getting to bone you AND getting to be one of the few people who see your bedroom?? Score.

The next day, right on your agreed-upon time, the two boys showed up in their most fuckable attire. Suguru in a short-sleeved button up with way too little buttons, and Satoru in that shockingly tight, bordering-on crop-top of a t-shirt he was so famous for. Both in their respective ass-hugging jeans, of course.

And you, more than likely not even trying, were just as hot to them. God, you were perfect.

“So, what parts of stats aren’t you getting? Is it formulas or something?” You didn’t even greet them, just getting straight to business. Honestly, they were a little disappointed at the lack of cute nerd stereotypes they’d dreamed of but they got over it.

“Yeah, formulas and all that. Real hard to memorize, y’know?” Satoru agreed, acting half-assedly. He just wanted to get to the fun part already. You looked really fucking good, sleeves rolled up to your elbows all sexy-teacher-like.

Suguru was kind enough to pick up the slack for him, “Maybe you can explain a few of them? Slowly, please.” He smirked, clearly up to far more than studying.

You weren’t stupid, obviously. You knew the target on your back around school, your friends never let you forget it. You knew the two’s reputation and why they were trying to get closer to you. Everyone knew that Satoru fucks like a bunny and Suguru has a long trail of broken hearts following him.

And yet, you didn’t refuse them or tell them to go away. Partially because you did need that money, but also because you were strategizing.

If you slept with the two, nobody else would try getting into your pants. It would intimidate everyone who tried. The frat boys were jerks but everyone admitted they were good as hell in bed. Anyone who tried you after them would just become insecure.

So, you let them think they were using you, so that you could use them. And… a little fun in the meantime wouldn’t hurt.

It was Satoru who made the first move, a hand to your thigh not even 20 minutes into your studying. How impatient.

“I’m pretty tired. Can we take a break?” He tilted his head all cutesy as he asked. He’s so obvious it’s not even funny.

Then you felt a weight on your shoulder, Suguru with his chin on your shoulder. “C’mon, we’ll work right after.” He pushed, moving to whisper in your ear “We’ll do whatever you want~.”

That’s how the two ended up making out on top of one another, each with your fingers stuffing them full.

Satoru was kissing Suguru so sloppily, hardly able to focus with your right hand smothering his prostate and Suguru’s boner smothering his own. Suguru wasn’t in much better shape, gasping and panting against Satoru’s lips due to, not just the weight on top of him, but the inescapable pleasure he was being put through. Unable to squirm away.

You hadn’t let either cum yet, telling them it was “Just the prep” as if you hadn’t been at this for the past 30 minutes. With each added finger you’d say, “Just a bit more.” And every time they’d whine and groan against the other’s lips.

It was three fingers in that Satoru reached behind him for your hand. “Pleeaasee…. can’t… can’t do it anymore..” He pleaded.

Suguru joined in, unable to reach your other hand so resorting to holding Satoru for comfort. “Just.. hah… just fuck us already… however you want- js’ do it…”

You thought for a minute, unsure if you wanted the fun to end, until you felt the neediness of your own cock, desperate for release. So, you relented, pulling your fingers out of them slowly, which of course caused them to whine at the loss. It was like they couldn’t make up their minds.

They moved off of each other while you lubed yourself up, needing to breathe and cool off. Their chests felt like they’d explode any second. Fuck, they really miscalculated thinking you were a virgin. When did you have the time to learn all this??

Their break was cut short however when you spoke up, “I want you two back on each other. Face me this time, Gojo, ok?” You spoke so clearly, like you were completely unashamed of the situation. It’s not like they were but they didn’t expect anything like this from you!

They listened, surprisingly obedient for them of all people. Suguru was back on his back as Satoru carefully laid himself back onto Suguru’s chest, nearly sitting on his dick while he was at it. He mumbled a small ‘sorry’ to Suguru when he accidentally did, eliciting a groan.

“No reason to apologize,” you cut in, “It’s exactly what I want you to do.” You slipped your hands between them, gently grabbing at Suguru’s length, causing him to whimper quietly. That whimper soon turned into a full on moan from both of them when you began slowly inching Suguru into Satoru’s entrance.

“W-what are you-“ You cut him off, “Relax, Satoru. I’ll fill you myself after. I can only fuck you one at a time, y’know.” He kept quiet after that, apprehensively watching you stuff him with his best friend’s cock. He and Suguru had slept together before, that’s no shock, but you would soon be the first person they’d ever do it in front of.

Once Suguru was snug inside his best friend, catching his breath after to adjust, you began inching into him. He groaned behind those perfect teeth, head falling back on your pillow, haloed by his own raven hair. And of course, each movement he made, Satoru felt. He could also hear every one of Suguru’s groans loud and clear beside his ear, biting his lip to cope.

After giving everyone a moment to adjust, you suddenly brought your hand up to Satoru’s length and began rocking your hips into Suguru, stroking him at the same pace. Soon just rocking turned into thrusting into Suguru, which of course added to his own thrusts into Satoru.

“F-fuuuuuck…” Satoru moaned, voice wobbly with the movement as his head fell back beside his beat friend’s. The two boys were moaning, almost in harmony to one another. They really were joint at the hip, how cute.

The tangle of legs between the two was getting awkward so Suguru busied himself with holding Satoru’s thighs up to his chest, spreading him open for the both of you to see. He let out a more open-mouthed moan at that.

You worked diligently at keeping a pace in your movements, the other two falling behind by a second. Your thumb was rubbing and stroking at the underside of Satoru’s length whilst your hips were pounding into Suguru’s harsher and harsher over time.

Suguru had yet to make too much sound, compared to his loud mouth roommate, and you decided to challenge yourself. You angled your hips in numerous ways, searching and searching for that one, special-

“Fuck!” Spot.

Soon enough Suguru was panting open-mouthed right next to Satoru’s ear, and you could tell by the look at his face that he was envious. After all, in this position— especially with how distracted Suguru is— Suguru couldn’t really hit his sweet spot the way he needed.

You decided to be generous, after all, you had a free hand.

Satoru gasped at the newer intrusion, looking down between his legs to see you squeezing a finger into his already stuffed hole. “He’s not hitting it, huh? So selfish of Suguru. He’s not even trying to make you cum.” You sank your fingers deeper, eliciting a groan out of both of them. “I guess it’s up to me.”

“Hah hah… anngh!” Satoru’s teeth clenched as his back arched, mouth almost immediately falling back open to moan loudly yet again. “Oh fuck- oh fuh- haaah..” He was now desperately bucking up into your fist, unsure which side of his pleasure to lean into. Suguru wasn’t in any better spot, nails digging into Satoru’s thighs as his hips wriggled aimlessly.

Suguru wanted to run from the overwhelming pleasure but there was nowhere to go. You were nonstop pounding into his entrance and Satoru was clenching around him like he intended to never let go, that tightness greatened by the bonus of your fingers. All that and he was stuck under Satoru’s weight, literally held down. He just had to sit and take it.

Fuck, he was so close.

“Y/N… oh, god, Y/N… ‘m close.. Satoru m’ close..” he warned you both, hips beginning to buck harsher than before, sending Satoru right to cloud nine. As Satoru’s back lifted off Suguru’s chest you knew he was close as well.

“It’s fah…. ‘s finee.. yer c-clean jus’- fuck! Just cum in me..” Satoru rambled, assuring his best friend it was ok to let go. Almost as the universe’s reward for his kindness, your fingers finally managed to push Suguru’s tip right into his prostate, causing him to cry out.

It took only just a few more thrusts from the both of you for Satoru the spill all over himself, legs kicking around at the overwhelming pleasure only to be stabilized by Suguru’s hands. And of course, due to Satoru’s squeezing, Suguru came right after him, staining both Satoru’s walls and your fingers with white.

The two ground together for a bit longer before stilling, coming down from their respective highs. They panted almost in sync, lost completely in the bliss of their orgasms.

That was until they both gradually realized you hadn’t cummed at all, looking down at you in confusion. You met their gazes simply, “What? I told you, Satoru would get his turn.”

They both looked to each other.

warnings: abo universe, omega geto, alpha female reader, exhibitionism? (he does stuff on cam), inducing his heat, dick sucking, licking up his slick, edging, riding you for way too long, overstimulation, non sorcer au, college au

character: Geto Suguru

pt. 2, masterlist

Camboy!Geto who has never really been fond of collaborations. When he first started, it was because he felt alone and he was bored. One day, after wallowing in self-pity all day, scrolling through apps like some maniac phone addict, he came across a video of a guy in a mask.

Curious about the setup and the story behind it, he clicked on it. Only then did he notice it was a live stream. Alongside him, many people joined the live, and the masked guy waited, reading through the comments. Then, he let out a soft chuckle, telling the audience to relax and be patient. He would start in a minute.

The moment the stream reached a certain number of viewers, he began with a greeting, smiling from ear to ear. "It's your favorite omega." Geto huffed, shaking his head in disbelief. As if it wasn't hard enough to be an omega. Now they were ruining every omega's reputation by whoring themselves out on the internet? Such a waste, he thought to himself, shaking his head.

Just when Geto was about to leave the livestream, a donation came through. A donation of 9,280 Yen came through, asking the pretty omega to show his feet. Just like that, that guy had made 50 euros, almost 60 dollars, 43 pounds. Geto sat up immediately.

The omega on his screen giggled, doing as the audience said. And just like that, he undressed himself, fucking himself after. After the live stream ended, Geto just sat there, thinking to himself. He furrowed his brows trying to shake the thought of becoming a camboy out of his head. But making money while being loved and adored would fix him immediately. He needed some help deciding. But who could he possibly ask about this without judging him? Only one person came to mind.

‘’Hell fucking YEAH.’’ His best friend beamed at him, when he proposed his idea. Geto had shown Gojo the recording of the live stream. Of course, Alpha Gojo was drooling all over.

‘’You think?’’

“Yeah! You've definitely got the type of curves any alpha would die for.’’ He whispered, getting very close to his omega friend who shoved him off immediately. Geto rolled his eyes and sighed, beginning to think. Was Gojo really a great person to ask about this? He was sure Gojo, an alpha, wouldn't understand the issue of an omega stepping into an industry like this. He was only thinking with his dick. But who else could he ask?

Shoko, as rational as she was, was still an alpha at the end of the day. Nanami was a fellow omega but would definitely chop his balls off if he ever brought up such a matter around him. So what was he truly meant to do? There were many pros and cons of doing this. He'd receive views, money, love, recognition, it would make his life more… Lifely?

"Look," Gojo suddenly spoke up, stopping the train of thoughts driving through Geto's mind. He looked at the other expectantly, waiting for him to tell him that he was joking, that he shouldn't be doing stuff like that. "It's a matter of want, Suguru. Do you want to do this?

”Geto stared at him, then nodded. Gojo laughed, and Geto pushed him away immediately. "Then I'll be your first viewer.”

"Ew," he shrieked. "I don't want you watching my content."

"Then I'll be your first collaboration," Gojo smirked, leaning in close, but his best friend shoved him out of his face, standing up to get his laundry done, which he had been avoiding all day.

"I don't do collaborations.”And that's how he decided to get into streaming. Well, into becoming a camboy. He bought a set-up, a cheap mask from the grocery shop nearby, and he ordered a few toys. He had no idea what his audience would want to see so he started with a few basic things like a vibrator, a small dildo, and a Fleshlight.

During his first streams, he was very nervous, which seemed to rile up his small audience more than he had anticipated. At first, it was nothing outright sexual. He'd get requests to show his feet, turn around and show them his pretty ass through his pants, grope his pecks, and pinch his nipples through his shirt. As his audience grew, so did the requests. Suddenly they wanted him to take off his shirt, jerk off, and press a vibrator to his nipples. Upload audios of him groaning and whining.

When he hit 20k subscribers he started a Q&A, answering a long list of questions during a stream. When his viewers found out he was an omega, he skyrocketed. Suddenly, everyone was interested in his tiny waist, his big ass, thighs and titts. Suddenly, he wasn't supposed to jerk off, but fuck himself on a dildo. Grope his titts while he rode his toys. Wear sexy lingerie. And he did everything he was asked to. Well, almost everything.

Whenever popular streamers in his industry would hit him up, wanting to collaborate with him, he'd shut them down. Even when his fans asked him to, he declined. He always told them he'd do about anything except a few kinks he didn't fuck with, show his face, and collaborate with someone. Those were his boundaries and they weren't crossed.

With ease, Geto made his way to the very top, being one of the top 5 popular camboys in Japan. He still kept his identity a secret, a handful of people knew who he really was, such as his management he had now, his best friend and that was it. He was living a nice life. But all the love and attention he felt couldn't fill the void growing inside him. He wanted someone to love him for him.

That's when you stepped into his life.

It was at a get-together Shoko had organized. You were a new student at her faculty she had grown to like in a friendly way, and she invited you. At first, you were hesitant to come. You didn't know anyone, and you were a tad bit socially awkward. But Shoko pointed out that that was the reason you had to come in the first place.So when you texted her, telling her you were outside her dorm, she told the guys she'd go get you real quick. And when you stepped in through the door, built like the sexiest of alphas, Geto's jaw almost dropped. Plummeted. Introducing yourself shyly, shaking everyone's hand, you were shaking. Not because you were at a party, but because the omega you had been eyeing on Campus, Suguru Geto, was standing right in front of you.

You shook his hand longer than you had anticipated, and his cheeks turned red. Gojo noticed that very fast. Just when he was about to comment on his best friend's flushed face, Geto softly hit Gojo's throat, causing him to cough while dragging him away for a second. Shoko apologized to you, telling you they weren't usually like this (they were) and poured you a drink.

Meanwhile, Geto was at the other end of the dorm, scolding his best friend.

“Did you have to punch me like that?”

“Did you have to embarrass me in front of my future wife?”

"Oh?" Gojo started grinning from ear to ear. "Here we go," Geto thought to himself. It was his fault, really. He shouldn't have said anything in the first place. Gojo raised his hands in defeat, telling him he'd stay out of his way from now on. ‘’If you're trying to impress her, you should learn how to suck dick well though,'' he started, leaning in once again, ‘’you can start practising on me, you know?’’ And that's how he ended up getting punched in his throat again.

When Geto came back into the main hall, you were still standing with Shoko and a few of her friends, just talking. Like clockwork, they decided to dance as soon as Geto got back. You declined, though, watching them from the sidelines with a drink in your hand. It took courage for him to walk up to you, but he did, and you smiled, leaning against the wall behind you. "Hey, beautiful," you whispered, making his face flush again.

You are acting like a fucking clown, he thought to himself. This wasn't the first time he was speaking to an alpha. But why was he so nervous? You handed him your drink, telling him you didn't drink. And he gulped that drink down in one go, making you laugh. Your conversation started awkwardly but bloomed into something more.

Before you knew it you were sitting outside on the porch, talking about everything and nothing. At the end of the night, you decided to exchange numbers after driving him and his black out drunk best friend home.

That's how you turned into friends, who started seeing each other and ended up dating exclusively. Before you started dating, he had something important to discuss with you. When he sat you down with his laptop in hand, you were scared at first. And you had no idea what to expect. But then, he explained everything to you. And you let him talk. He showed you his page, showed you the flood of messages, fans, other streamers, everyone begging to collaborate with him and him declining or not even replying. He explained that that was as far as he would ever go. At the end of it, he expected you to break the whole thing off, which is why he was confused when you wanted a link to his page. He was your boyfriend now, and you wanted to see his content.

As time went by, everyone knew you two were boyfriend and girlfriend. Also, you were one of his biggest supporters online, asking him to do stuff on cam while donating an obscene amount of money. Whenever he ended his life stream and you barged in from the other room, pulling him into a kiss, he laughed, asking you why you'd pay for him when he had you for free.

And honestly? You just loved the thought of him using you.Which brought you to said moment. Geto had never done collaborations. That was until now. This time, when he turned on the camera, he was a little shyer than usual. His audience picked up on it immediately. Everyone asked him what the matter was and he couldn't reply. Suddenly, another hand appeared on the screen, tilting his head up. “Come on, princess.’’ You whispered, squeezing his cheeks with one hand. ‘’Why are you so shy today?’’

The chat exploded.

Two sexy people, one of them crowned the prettiest camboy in Japan recently, and his audience had VIP tickets to the show. Front row seats. The donations went crazy. And you pulled your mask to the side so that your boyfriend could kiss you. He did, pushing his mask up, covering his eyes so that he could kiss you. The kiss was slow, sensual, alarming all of his senses. Suddenly, you pressed kisses down his jaw, reaching his neck, and he whimpered, shoving you off him. You laughed, taking a step back and fixing your mask. So did he. ‘’I haven't even explained what we are doing today…’’ He muttered, glaring at you.

Raising your hands in defeat, you walked over to the bed behind him, plumping down on your back. "My bad. Go ahead, babygirl."

He rolled his eyes at the nickname and you laughed, knowing all of this was getting to him. He was trying to act normal, but he was genuinely leaking through the fabric of his robe. “So, you've met my girlfriend.” He started, looking back at you briefly. ‘’I've been getting a lot of requests about streaming while I'm in heat.” He paused, letting out a breathy sigh, holding in a laugh. “And since my heat is supposed to start in a few days, I decided on taking heat inducing pills so that I can stream today. My girlfriend is here to make sure I stay safe.’’ He spoke, looking back at you. ‘’And to serve as a dildo since not one of my toys is half as big as her.’’

‘’Oh, so I'm just a sex toy to you?’’

He stood up, pulling his desk closer to the side of his bed so that they'd be able to see and hear everything you two were about to do. "Precisely." Then, he turned away from them, facing you, letting his robe fall to the ground as he stood there naked. You wanted to scream. No, bark at the sight in front of you. This was not the first, and definitely not the last time you'd see your boyfriend naked. But damn, he was the prettiest guy in the entire universe. And he was all yours.

‘’Come here, baby.’’ You muttered, reaching out so that he could grab your hand and get into bed with you. You lead him right into your lap, making him wrap his arms around your neck again. And then you pulled him into a kiss, wrapping one arm around his waist, the other spreading his cheeks, showing his audience how wet he was. You stopped kissing him momentarily, pressing soft kisses to his neck, smacking his ass and drawing a whine from him. Smirking, you bit down on his neck, pushing two fingers into his hole. ‘’Look at this pussy.’’ You groaned, pulling out your dripping fingers to lick up his sweet slick.

‘’I want to suck your dick…” he muttered, barely audible for the viewers and you smiled, letting go of him. Getting off your lap, he pulled off your pants, letting your dick slap against your stomach. He gave your length a few pumps, spitting on your dick, making it serve as lubricant, before wrapping his lips around your tip.

You laughed, letting out a groan as you grabbed his hair pushing it all out of his face, your hand serving as a hair band. “F-Fuck I don't last long, guys.’’ You muttered, squeezing your eyes shut when he started bobbing his head up and down your dick. Encouraging it, you pushed him down on it, making him throat your dick. ‘’He just h-has to luck at me funny and-Holy shit… And I'm coming all over th-the place.’’ You groaned, throwing your head back.

While he was sucking on your dick, his heat was starting to kick in. He squeezed his legs shut but decided to stroke his dick while sucking you off. All while he was leaking buckets of slick. And him stroking his dick did almost nothing to satisfy him. He began to whimper around your dick only adding to the pleasure. Donations were ringing left and right and you peeked at the chat, telling you Geto was leaking all over the sheets.‘’He is, huh?’’ You smirked, starting to fuck his mouth gently, watching his eyes widen and stare up at you as tears welled up in them. ‘’If you keep going, I'm coming.’’ You groaned, letting go of his hair. With a popp sound, he let go of your dick, a string of saliva and cum connecting his puffy lips to your twitching dick.

‘’’Want your cum inside me, baby.’’ And there it was, his heat had set in and it felt like he was in a trance. Crawling up your body dangerously, seductive like some snake sneaking up to its prey, pushing you back against the pillows, stroking your dick as he was getting ready to take you. When you leaned up again, trying to sit, he pushed you back down, one hand pinning you down, while the other positioned your tip at his entrance.

‘’Demanding, are we?’’ You whispered, wrapping his hand around your neck. Giving up control wasn't your style. Giving up control to your pretty, omega boyfriend who had started his heat? Totally your style. After all, you wanted him to use you. Use you for your pleasure, milk you for all you were worth.

Then, he slid down on you, face twisting into one of pleasure as he moved slowly. Grinding his hips against yours slowly, gently, like the soft motion of the ocean. That was enough to drive you crazy already. Just as suddenly, he started bouncing on it, milking you clean. Making sure every part of you was submerged in his hole before repeating the process over and over.

You were dangerously close already. And you weren't wearing a condom. Your brain was turning into mush and the chat could totally tell, talking about how your eyes were rolling back, your legs were twitching and you looked like you were ready to cum any minute. They weren't wrong, because when you felt the knot in your stomach tighten, your hands flew to his waist, trying to push him off you. But before you could do anything, he grabbed your hands. ‘’B-Baby-!’’

Swiftly, he pinned your arms up above your head and kissed you, swallowing your moans whole. Your body was shaking, twitching, flinching as you came inside him, your knot swelling. He whimpered when he stopped kissing you and wouldn't stop moving. He was far from done after all. You were sensitive and the chat was happy to see his ass bounce on your dick. Whenever you tried pushing him off he would whine about needing more.

At some point, you passed out and had no idea how often you had came. 72 hours of fucking, coming, knotting, you passing out, switching positions. The longest stream in the history of Geto Suguru. When he came back to his senses, riding you for the last time on day three, slumping against you as you came for the last time he finally passed out and you thanked everyone for watching his murder attempt on you. You turned off the stream and your body ached too much to even move and attempt to clean him up.

During your stream you had found ways to hydrate and feed him somehow so he would survive. When you woke up after a long, well deserved, nap, your eyes fluttering open, adjusting to the sun that was going down, you sat up in your boyfriend's bed, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Then, you saw him kneeling beside the bed, a tray of food resting on his night table.

‘’You're awake,’’ he whispered pressing a soft kiss to his hand. ‘’I'm so sorry, baby. You must he exhausted.’’

Exhausted wouldn't even explain what you were feeling. ‘’You know at some point, I thought I was going to die.

’’He laughed, telling you how sorry he was. And that he would do anything to make it up to you. But there was no need, you told him. After all, that wasn't even half of what you'd put him through once you were in your rut.

✦: cult leader!suguru x gojo x cuck!reader (1.6k words)

⟡: praise, oral (m. receiving), dick riding, voyeurism, not proofread 18+

description: you are a devoted follower of suguru geto who sees a bit too much when bringing him a snack one day...

Lord Geto was your everything. After he saved your life last Spring, you devoted every waking moment to him. You brushed his hair, trimmed and polished his nails, you even washed his feet when he returned from a long journey. You did everything you could to show your love and adoration. 

And your work never went unnoticed. When you first started paying special attention to his well-being, he would reward you with a subtle smile — a simple upward twist of his succulent lips. Days of favors turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and his smile transformed into warm "thank you, my love"s or "what would I do without you?"s. 

His voice all but paralyzed you each time he spoke. All you could do was mumble, "Of course, My Lord," in response before shuffling away. 

okay since uni brain fry is real and i’m literally forcing myself to stay up rn, i’ll just write a satosugu smut one shot 😛 cuz im happy ive gained a few viewers and it feels good lolz

18+ minors… dni 🤬

top!satoru x bottom!suguru.

The late afternoon sun slanted across the courts, painting the cracked concrete in warm orange shadow. The air was thick with summer heat, the kind that clung to skin and made shirts stick damp against spines. The last echoes of sneakers squeaking against the court had only just faded, the sound replaced by cicadas and the lazy flap of a half-torn banner advertising Jujutsu High’s intramural matches.

Gojo Satoru was still buzzing.

“Did you see that three-pointer?!” he barked, half laughing, arms spread wide as if the world should bow before his glory. His shirt was plastered to him with sweat, his white hair messy and damp at the temples, and his blindfold hung loose around his neck. His eyes gleamed like twin shards of summer sky as he turned to where Geto Suguru was toweling the sweat off his face.

“Unstoppable,” Satoru declared, grinning wide enough to split his face. “Un- stop- pable. They’ll be writing songs about that shot.”

Suguru sighed, though his lips twitched faintly. “It was luck.”

“Luck?” Satoru clutched his chest in mock offense, stumbling back a step as if wounded. “How dare you? That was pure skill. Years of honed talent. The peak of human evolution.”

“The peak of something,” Suguru muttered, slinging the towel around his shoulders. His long hair was tied up, strands sticking to his jawline from the heat. He looked calm, composed as if he hadn’t just played through a grueling match with Satoru shouting plays louder than the referee.

Satoru, of course, noticed the little smirk tugging at the corner of Suguru’s mouth. And he pounced on it.

“Ohhh, so you were impressed,” he drawled, stepping closer, sweat-slicked and glowing with adrenaline. “It’s okay to admit it, Suguru. Most people are when they witness greatness in motion.”

“I said luck.”

“But your smile said otherwise.”

Suguru arched a brow, unimpressed. “You’re hallucinating.”

“Mm, nope.” Satoru leaned in, shamelessly invading Suguru’s space, his grin sharp. “Your smile was basically screaming, ‘Wow, Satoru, you’re amazing, please, let me bask in your brilliance.’”

“Is that so?”

“Absolutely.”

Suguru rolled his eyes and started walking towards the locker room. “You’re insufferable.”

“Sexy, though,” Satoru quipped, trailing after him.

“Insufferably sexy,” he added for himself, because Suguru didn’t dignify it with a reply.

The locker room was empty, their teammates already gone, the showers still dripping faintly in the background. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, humming in the silence. Suguru, his shirt half unbuttoned leaned against a bench, unlacing his shoes slowly, methodically, while Satoru prowled restlessly like a caged animal still riding the high of victory.

“You know, it’s kinda unfair,” Satoru mused, peeling his damp shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside without care. His torso gleamed with sweat, skin flushed from exertion. “Not only am I the strongest sorcerer, I’m also the hottest guy on the court. Double threat.”

Suguru’s hands stilled on his laces. “You never shut up, do you?”

Satoru grinned, stepping closer, shadows stretching long across the tile. “Not when you’re listening.”

Suguru finally looked up at him, eyes dark, expression flat. “Who said I was?”

“Oh, come on, you always are.” Satoru leaned down, bracing one hand against the lockers beside Suguru’s head, the other gesturing loosely as he talked. “You pretend you’re not, with all your eye-rolls and sighs, but I know. You’re hanging on every word.”

“You’re unbelievable.” Suguru’s voice was sharp this time, his patience thinning.

Satoru only smirked wider, dipping his head closer until Suguru could feel the warmth radiating off him, smell the salt of sweat clinging to his skin. “Admit it. You like it when I get under your skin.”

For a moment, neither of them moved. The air buzzed heavier than the lights, thick with something unsaid. Suguru’s jaw tightened. His fingers curled into fists against his knees.

And then–

He shoved.

The bench scraped loudly against the tiles as Suguru surged up, pinning Satoru back against the lockers with sudden, startling force. Their chests collided, breath mingling hot between them. Satoru blinked once, then grinned like a wolf who’d finally gotten the fight he wanted.

“There he is,” he murmured, voice low. “Knew you’d crack.”

“Shut up,” Suguru snapped.

Satoru leaned in closer, lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Make me.”

Suguru opened his mouth to retort, but he never got the words out. Satoru leaned in, closing the distance in a breath. Their lips crashed together, hot and reckless.

The taste of salt and heat filled the space between them– sharp, intoxicating. Suguru’s hand fisted in Satoru’s damp hair, pulling him closer, while Satoru groaned low in his throat, pressing Suguru back now against the lockers with his entire body. The metal rattled under the force.

Their mouths moved in a feverish rhythm, lips parting, teeth grazing, tongues sliding together in messy hunger. Suguru bit down on Satoru’s lower lip, and Satoru laughed into the kiss, breathless, chasing more.

The heat was unbearable. Satoru’s palms found Suguru’s waist, slipping under fabric, dragging over overheated skin, pulling him in so close it felt like there was no space left to breathe.

Suguru’s breath hitched, his other hand splayed against Satoru’s bare chest, feeling the thrum of his heartbeat beneath damp skin. The closeness, the raw press of muscle against muscle, made his head spin.

The heat between them spiked, sharper than the game, more intoxicating than victory.

Suguru bit down, and Satoru groaned into it, laughing breathless against his mouth. “God, you’re hot when you’re mad.”

Suguru answered by pushing harder, his own restraint fraying. Their bodies collided again and again, grinding against each other until there was no space left to breathe.

The whole thing was messy, desperate. Satoru ripped Suguru’s shirt off completely exposing the taut planes of Suguru’s chest. The sight stole Satoru’s breath. Suguru’s skin, bronzed and glistening with sweat made his cock throb.

He leaned in, lips brushing Suguru’s collarbone before descending, claiming one nipple with a hungry pull of his mouth. The taste of salt and heat sent a shiver through him, raw and electric. His left hand found the other, fingertips teasing, rolling, coaxing a low groan from Suguru’s throat. A sound that felt like victory and ruin all at once. Satoru’s right hand splayed across Suguru’s abs, fingers dipping into the carved ridges, reverent yet greedy, like he could memorize the feel of him, imprint it into his soul.

Suguru’s head tipped back, his breath hitching, long black hair spilling over his shoulders like ink. “Satoru,” he rasped, voice rough, almost pleading when Satoru switched to the other nipple. Satoru pressed closer, thigh slotting between Suguru’s, the heat of their bodies a collision of want and recklessness.

Satoru’s lips trailed lower, leaving Suguru’s nipples flushed and sensitive, his kisses bruising, impatient. He sank to his knees, the tiled floor biting into his skin, but he barely registered it. His hands gripped Suguru’s hips, fingers digging into the sharp cut of muscle, pulling at the waistband of Suguru’s sweatpants with a single, rough tug. They slid down, pooling at Suguru’s ankles, and Satoru’s breath caught at the sight of him. Hard, ready, every inch of him screaming want.

“Satoru, hurry,” Suguru growled, voice low, urgent, his hand fisting in Satoru’s white hair, tugging just enough to sting. The sound of footsteps echoed somewhere beyond the lockers, a reminder they could be caught any second, but it only fueled Satoru’s hunger. He didn’t hesitate, taking Suguru into his mouth in one swift motion, lips sealing tight, tongue swirling with deliberate, ruthless precision. Suguru’s groan was guttural, hips jerking forward, and Satoru’s hands pinned him harder against the locker, keeping control.

The heat, the taste, the way Suguru’s muscles tensed under his grip—it was intoxicating, a high Satoru chased with every bob of his head, every flick of his tongue. He worked fast, relentless, driven by the ticking clock of their stolen moment. Suguru’s hand tightened in his hair, guiding, pleading, his breaths coming in sharp, ragged gasps. “Fuck, Satoru- ” The words were a broken prayer, and Satoru hummed in response, the vibration pulling another choked sound from Suguru’s throat.

But Satoru wasn’t here to drag this out. He pulled back, lips glistening, eyes burning as he rose, crowding Suguru against the locker. “Turn around,” he ordered, voice rough, already tugging at his own sweatpants, freeing himself. Suguru complied, movements quick, almost frantic, bracing his hands against the metal, his back a perfect arch of muscle and defiance. Satoru pressed against him, one hand sliding up Suguru’s spine, the other guiding himself, the urgency of the moment a live wire between them.

The locker room’s air was thick, humid with the ghost of their exertion, the faint squeak of Suguru’s sneakers against the tile floor grounding them in the frantic now. Sweatpants bunched around their ankles, Satoru’s and Suguru’s alike, the fabric trapping their legs, shoes still laced tight– black Nikes for Suguru, scuffed white Adidas for Satoru. No time to strip, no patience for it. The threat of discovery hung like a blade, sharpening every move.

Satoru’s hand, slick with spit, had prepped Suguru just enough. Hasty, messy, but it was all they needed. He pressed himself closer, chest flush against Suguru’s back, the heat of their bodies a furnace. His teeth grazed Suguru’s shoulder, then sank in, hard, leaving a crescent of red that bloomed under tanned skin. Suguru hissed, the sound half pain and half want, his hands clawing at the locker for leverage, metal creaking under his grip. Satoru thrusted deeper, each movement sharp and deliberate, spit easing the way but keeping it raw, urgent.

“Fuck, Suguru,” Satoru growled against his skin, voice muffled as he bit down again, another mark, this one angrier, claiming. Suguru’s shoulder was a canvas of Satoru’s need. Three, four bites now, each one a bruise of possession, stark against the sweat slicked muscle. Suguru’s head tilted back, long hair sticking to his neck, a low moan spilling out as Satoru’s hips snapped forward, the rhythm punishing, driven by the ticking seconds they didn’t have.

The locker rattled with every thrust, a metallic pulse that matched Suguru’s ragged breaths. His sneakers scuffed the floor, sweatpants tangling further, limiting his stance but making him brace harder, muscles flexing under Satoru’s hands. Satoru’s fingers dug into Suguru’s hips, pulling him back to meet each drive, the friction of skin and spit and need a wildfire. “You’re mine,” Satoru rasped, teeth finding a new spot on Suguru’s shoulder, biting down as he pushed deeper, the sting of it blending with the heat coiling in them both. Suguru’s answering groan was broken, desperate, his body trembling under the onslaught, but he pushed back, meeting Satoru’s pace, defiant even now.

The lockers clattered under Suguru’s weight. His palms pressed hard against the cold steel, his body jolted with every thrust from Satoru, who was relentless, hips snapping with a rhythm that felt like it could break them both. Sweatpants sagged around their ankles, sneakers scuffing the tiles, and Satoru’s spit slicked thrusts kept them teetering on the edge. His hand slid around Suguru’s waist, fingers wrapping around Suguru’s cock, stroking in time with his thrusts- firm, fast, no mercy.

“Fuck, Satoru,” Suguru panted, voice raw, head tilted back so his hair stuck to his bitten-up shoulder, red marks blooming where Satoru’s teeth had claimed him. “What’s- ngh- hah… what’s gotten into you” Suguru moaned out.

Satoru’s laugh was low, almost feral, muffled against another bite on Suguru’s shoulder. “You love it,” he growled, hand tightening on Suguru’s cock, thumb swiping over the tip, slick with precum. “Been too long, Suguru” Satoru said panting. His hips slammed forward, driving deeper, making Suguru’s sneakers squeak as he braced harder against the locker.

Suguru’s groan was half a curse, his body trembling under the dual assault of Satoru’s thrusts and the relentless stroke of his hand. “Too long,” he admitted, voice breaking, “but you’re still- shit- fuck ngh- an asshole about it.” His words hitched with every thrust, but there was a smirk in his tone, a spark of their old banter cutting through the haze.

“Asshole who’s got you shaking,” Satoru shot back, grinning against Suguru’s skin, teeth grazing another mark into his shoulder. His hand sped up, jerking Suguru with a rhythm that matched the brutal pace of his hips, spit easing the slide but keeping it rough, desperate. “Say it- you need me.”

Suguru’s laugh was strained, needy. “Needed this- fuck, Satoru, right there- hah.” His words cut off in a moan as Satoru angled his thrusts, hitting just right, his hand relentless on Suguru’s cock. The locker rattled louder, a metallic drumbeat to their stolen seconds. Footsteps echoed somewhere too close, but neither cared anymore, too far gone in the heat and the need.

Satoru’s free hand gripped Suguru’s hip, pulling him back to meet each thrust, his own breaths turning jagged. “Gonna make you come first,” he rasped, voice thick with want, stroking faster, harder, feeling Suguru pulse under his fingers. “Do it, Suguru. Now.”

Suguru’s body tensed, muscles coiling tight, a choked “Satoru ah-” spilling from his lips as he shattered. He came hard, spilling over Satoru’s hand, hot and messy, his groan echoing off the lockers as his knees buckled, only Satoru’s grip and the metal keeping him upright. The sight, the sound, the feel of Suguru unraveling… it snapped something in Satoru. His thrusts turned erratic, desperate, chasing his own edge, he was groaning, his forehead beaded with sweat. He buried his face in Suguru’s neck, teeth sinking into another bite as he came, a low growl vibrating against Suguru’s skin, his release spilling deep, claiming him in every way.

For a long moment, only their breathing filled the space. Ragged, uneven, gasping against each other’s skin.

Suguru turned around and slumped forward, forehead resting against Satoru’s shoulder, hair sticking damp between them. His chest still heaved, his body trembling faintly with aftershocks.

Satoru wrapped an arm tight around his waist, keeping him there, grinning even as his breath caught. “Knew you couldn’t resist me.”

“Shut up,” Suguru muttered, voice hoarse.

“Make me,” Satoru shot back instantly, though it lacked its earlier sharpness. His hand rubbed absent circles against Suguru’s back, grounding.

Suguru sighed, but he didn’t pull away. Not yet.

The sound of footsteps echoed faintly down the hall, distant but real. Both of them stiffened.

“Shit,” Suguru hissed picking his shirt from the floor, fumbling with his pants.

Satoru only laughed quietly, straightening his own clothes with zero urgency. “Relax. Worst case, they catch us. Not like anyone’s gonna scold me.”

Suguru shot him a glare sharp enough to cut. “I’ll kill you if anyone finds out.”

Satoru smirked, leaning in to steal one last kiss, slower this time, softer. “Worth it.”

The footsteps passed. Silence fell again.

Suguru sat heavily on the bench, running a hand over his face, trying to calm his racing pulse. Satoru sprawled next to him, long legs stretched out, hands behind his head like he hadn’t just nearly been caught screwing his best friend in the locker room.

“You’re a menace,” Suguru muttered.

“And you love it,” Satoru replied without missing a beat.

Suguru didn’t answer. He just leaned back against the lockers, eyes closing, letting the hum of the lights and the warmth of the moment wash over him. Satoru, for once, stayed quiet. His grin softer now, almost fond.

The game had ended hours ago. But here, with Suguru next to him fingers tangled with each others, Satoru felt like he’d just won all over again.

☆Bottom Suguru Geto x Top Male Reader

☆CW's: Semi-Public sex

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"Mnnn..."

Suguru attempted to moan as quietly as possible around the fingers you have pressed into his mouth, desperately grinding his clothed dick against your leg. You smiled in between pressing hickeys into his neck as you held him pressed against one of the empty classroom doors.

"Shhh..." You whispered into his ear. "You don't want anyone hearing us, do you? What would they think, finding Geto Suguru, one of the strongest sorcerers and teachers at Jujutsu High, on the verge of tears just because of a little teasing?" Ignoring the fact that this teasing had been going on for the better part of an hour, you slid your hand around his waist and into the back of his pants, lightly pressing your fingers into his hole through his briefs. Suguru whined and bucked into your hand, desperate for more friction after going so long with no attention to his lower half.

"Whoa there, don't get ahead of yourself. As a teacher I'm sure you know that patience is a virtue, isn't that right Geto-sensei? Bad boys who don't wait their turn don't get rewarded..." Suguru froze, the thought of his suffering being reduced to nothing clearly worrying him. You chuckled at how adorable he was, so scared of not receiving maximum pleasure as soon as possible.

"Such a needy little prince... Don't worry, I'll help you."

You reached down and grabbed him by the thighs, pulling his legs up and around your waist. Suguru wrapped his arms around your neck at your movements, gasping when you suddenly lifted him into the air. You carried him over to the empty teachers desk and laid him on top, leaving a trail of light kisses up his neck. When you sat up to look at him you found Suguru's face a blazing red, obviously embarrassed by your sudden gentleness. You smiled down at him, running your fingers through his hair.

"My pretty boy, all embarrassed from just a few kisses. If that's enough to get you riled up then how will you feel if I do something... like... this..." As you spoke you slid your hand into his shirt, pushing it up to expose his chest. You slid your hand back down to tease his nipples, pinching and pulling on them as you brought your other hand up to palm his dick through his pants. Suguru quietly whined, grinding his hips up into yours and the hand between them.

"Patience, pretty boy. I still have to prepare you." You slid your fingers into Suguru's mouth, his eyes rolling back as he sucked on them desperately. He whined as you removed them and pressed your index finger against his hole, pushing it in a tad roughly, enough to have him cringe slightly at the pain. You leaned down and pressed a kiss against his temple as an apology before sliding your middle finger in as well, thrusting them in and out at a steady pace.

Up until this point Suguru hadn't said a word out of fear that someone would hear him, but desperation was a strong thing.

He panted out. "If you don't get your dick inside me right now-" He cuts himself off when your fingers get close to that special spot, causing him to throw his head back with a whimper but not without managing to throw a sharp glare your way.

"Haha, sorry love, message received. No more toying around."

In one swift movement you flipped Suguru over so he was facedown on the desk and pushed his pants down to his ankle, pulling your own down enough to free your own member.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips into the shell of his ear.

"You ready pretty boy?" Rhetorical question. Before you even got the words out all the way you had already begun to slide your cock into his hole. You let out a sigh of relief as you bottomed out. Teasing your little prince took a toll on you as well, so you were more than happy to help please him.

"Nghh..." He whined as he felt himself stretch to accommodate your member, your lazy thrusts beginning to pick up the pace. The room began to fill with the wet squelching of skin meeting skin and by God was it driving him insane.

You continued to press kisses and hickeys into his neck in between thrusts, licking and sucking wildly.

"So pretty, my little prince." You thrusted roughly, pace quickening as you reached up to grab Suguru by his hair, causing his back to arch with a whimper of pain. Tears started to trail down his cheeks, eyes rolling back at the pleasurable feeling.

"Please please please please-" He panted. You reached around his waist to grab his cock, causing him to jolt as you wrapped your hand around it. You pumped it firmly, precum coating your hand like lube. He couldn't stand it much longer.

With a deep groan Suguru released into your hand, flopping back down onto the desk with your hand still tangled in his hair. You continued to thrust, uncaring for his steadily growing whimpers signaling hos overstimulation, every thrust hitting his prostate.

"[N-Name!] wait wait waitwait!"

"Sorry love, just a bit more. I know you can do it for me." You stroked his forehead as your thrusts became impossibly rougher.

You leaned forward and bit down on his shoulder in an attempt to suppress your moan of pleasure, your thick cum pouring into Suguru's hole. You gave a few more uncoordinated thrusts before succumbing to your own overstimulation and slowly coming to a stop, grinding into his ass.

You lay on top of him and the two of you lie still as you let your breathing even out, pounding hearts slowing. Suguru is the first to talk.

"You're cleaning up."

You laugh, turning your head to give him a kiss.

"Of course, love." You begin to sit up and slide out of him to go search for some towels before you're stopped by Suguru's hand reaching back and grabbing your arm.

"Not yet though." He slowly rolls himself over, determined to keep you inside.

"After all that teasing..." He trails off, turning red with embarrassment. You look down to see his dick becoming harder by the second. You smile and reposition yourselves.

"Anything for my lovely little prince."

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